It had been a grueling journey. The long nights combined with the long, tiring walks had caused tensions to run high in your small party. Petty arguments that only ended at sunset, the constant dirt clinging to your skin, the inability to eat or wash properly, even seeking comfort next to an equally exhausted Bilbo was becoming difficult for you.

It was just fatigue getting the better of you.

On Thorin's recommendation, more of an order, you had all stopped for the night in a cave, away from the sight and smell of any orc packs that might be lurking above ground. As always, you dropped your things off next to Bilbo, who was equally exhausted, tired, and weak, and then trudged toward the small fire that had just been lit. You didn't even have the strength to think, much less move.

Plopping down on the driest looking rock, you propped your chin up with your hand, staring blankly into the crackling fire.

"Are you done watching?"

Thorin's deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you looked up and his bright blue eyes met yours. You didn't immediately notice the small wooden bowl of stew in his hands, so you looked away, finally taking your portion from his hands only when he made a displeased sound.